Ball Ball Cultivation

Chapter 262 Modern Mountain God 6

The sacrificial ceremony went very smoothly. My third aunt kept muttering to herself at the grave: "Dad, Mom, Brother, and Sister-in-law, the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon. I'm sending you mooncakes in advance so you can celebrate the festival."

"Wen Na and Wen Lei are both fine. That's Wen Lei's eldest son. He also has a little daughter at home. I'll bring my eldest grandson over for you to see."

"This is the new daughter-in-law, Yang Huan. She knows how to manage a good life. You have already met her. She is also very good. You can rest assured down there."

"Sister, come here and break the mooncakes and snacks." Qiuqiu quickly searched her memory. Breaking snacks means to break the good mooncakes, snacks and fruits with your hands and sprinkle some on the burning paper. This is the way to offer sacrifices to ancestors here.

Qiuqiu acted according to his memory and soon scattered all the paper money and placed the remaining offerings in front of the grave.

"Wen Lei, Chenchen kowtows to grandpa, grandma, great-grandfather, and great-grandmother."

The third aunt rubbed her red eyes and said, "Okay, it's okay. Let's go."

Qiuqiu followed him back, but Yang Huan carried Chenchen up to the top of the mountain, sighing, "It's less than a hundred meters from here to the quarrying stream."

Wen Lei: "How come we're closer to our ancestral grave?"

Third Aunt: "This mountain has been contracted out to someone else. Look, they've dug hundreds of meters underground."

Qiuqiu also followed to the side of the mountain to take a look. The mountain had been dug underground, and it was at least two or three hundred meters away from the current mountain top. Even the place where he was standing now had been hollowed out and had a sharp angle.

Third Aunt sighed, "This is all that's left of our Jiaolong Mountain."

Wen Lei also reminisced: "This mountain was right there when we were kids." Wen Lei pointed to the location of the cement factory.

Third Aunt: "You were already small by then. When we were little, the mountain extended all the way to your second aunt's village. On one side of the mountain was an apricot forest, on the other side was a hawthorn forest, and on the top of the mountain were jujube trees everywhere. Over there was a Jiaolong Temple. Behind the temple was a spring. The large bluestone that spewed water looked like a dragon head. The amount of water was about a bucket a day. The mountain water was so sweet. When we were little, we ran to the temple to play just to drink the mountain spring water."

Qiuqiu asked: "When did the temple disappear?"

"When the Four Olds were destroyed, it was smashed by lunatics from above." That must have been at least fifty or sixty years ago.

Then he said, "At that time, I was still young and couldn't work, so I followed your father around and played around. Your father was sweet-talking and had good relationships with everyone. He took me up the mountain, and even when others couldn't drink the mountain spring water, he could still get a handful. Okay, the wind is strong on the top of the mountain, and Chenchen is still young, so let's go back."

Passing by the ancestral tomb again, Qiuqiu sent out a ray of spiritual consciousness, sensed it carefully, and unexpectedly discovered something unusual.

Her spiritual consciousness is extremely powerful. If it weren't for the storage of the divine nature, Wen Na's sea of ​​consciousness would have been broken long ago. Qiuqiu extended her spiritual consciousness because there was something wrong with the divine nature.

Qiuqiu thought of a lot of things at once, and she needed to confirm them one by one. The country had required cremation a long time ago, and zombie dumplings and the like could not exist.

This plane has no spiritual energy at all, as if it does not exist in the rules, otherwise how could Wen Na's natural spiritual roots slowly dissipate? In the world of cultivation, there are mortals with spiritual roots who will accidentally embark on the path of cultivation even if they are in their seventies or eighties.

Seeing the depressed Third Aunt, Qiuqiu now suspected that there was something wrong with the mountain. She took the initiative to chat with her, "Third Aunt, when the Jiaolong Mountain Temple was smashed, where were the Taoist priests inside?"

"The temple is very small, with three rooms in the front and a courtyard in the back. The big rock that looks like a dragon takes up a large part of it. There's an old Taoist priest inside, who says he's there to watch over the mountain. He ran away when someone came to smash something."

"You smashed everything? No one cares."

"It was a policy from above. We were the last to be affected by the "Four Olds" campaign. I was only three or four years old at the time, playing around with your father. That Taoist priest was a relative of ours."

"What relative?"

"Your brother Wen Guangda's grandmother is the daughter of that Taoist priest."

Wen Lei: "I know. When my eldest brother's grandmother passed away, I went to pay my respects and burn paper for her. She was a blind man who lived to be over 80 years old. I heard that he was very accurate in fortune-telling."

Third Aunt: "Bone reading is quite powerful. When I was a kid herding sheep, one of the sheep was lost, and your grandma even took an egg to her for fortune-telling."

"Is it accurate?"

"Prepare peanuts, red beans, mung beans, and several other things. They calculated that they were in the southwest direction. Your grandfather and your great-grandfather found them together."

"I haven't even met Great-Grandpa."

"Your great-grandfather is taller than your grandfather, about 1.83 meters, and can carry more than 300 kilograms."

"My grandfather was also over 1.80 meters tall, and my dad is 1.80 meters tall. My mom lowered my height, so I'm only 1.75 meters tall."

The conversation between the two became increasingly distracted, and Qiuqiu quickly asked, "Grandma's calculations are quite accurate. The cemeteries here are almost full. Where will we bury them from now on?"

Third Aunt: "A cemetery has been built behind the mountain. From now on, only urns can be used, not coffins. Each grave is only the size of a palm, and two urns have to be placed. There is not enough space for those who married two wives at the same time." Third Aunt's words were quite vicious.

"My grandma is buried there, so we don't need to go there to visit her grave, right?" Wen Lei asked.

"Now the country advocates environmental protection and conservation. Coffins are not allowed, only urns can be used. Your grandmother was secretly buried in the coffin in the middle of the night and transported to the mountain for burial. That cemetery only had an empty urn to fool people from other villages."

"Hasn't the coffin maker been shut down?"

"Xuezhuang still has a home

We did it secretly. When we were young, we used to find funeral materials and make coffins at home. Later, we bought them directly. Now, there is no place to buy them.

"I used to make coffins at home, but what should I do if I don't know how to do carpentry?"

"I didn't build it myself. I collected the coffin materials myself and hired a carpenter to come to our house to make them. When we built your new house, we hired a carpenter to come to our house to make the beams, door frames, furniture, and finally the coffin for your grandfather."

"No, when my grandfather passed away, the coffin was bought right away. I went to pick it out with my second uncle."

"Your father used your grandfather's coffin. He died so suddenly."

"I said why I don't remember."

"You were only six years old at the time, so it's normal that you don't remember. Wen Na should remember that the old house at the back was the main house, followed by a large courtyard with five sycamore trees planted in the courtyard. There were three south rooms at the door, and a large locust tree at the door of the south room."

Qiuqiu hurriedly searched his memory. When the new house was built, Wen Lei was still in his mother's belly, and Wen Na had just started preschool. These not-so-important memories still existed.

There are two sycamore trees side by side on the east side of the main house door, each with a diameter of seventy to eighty centimeters. Grandpa built a swing for Wen Na, with a seat on it that grandma sewed with a snakeskin bag. When my aunt's cousins ​​come to play on the swing, they also have to build a good relationship with Wen Na.

There is a slightly crooked locust tree at the door. It blooms with white locust flowers in spring, but it has stinging hairs, which Wen Na doesn't like.